Brandi Guthrie

Grasp - Poem by Brandi Guthrie

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The words I choose are always wrong.Elucidations stuck where they don`t belong.Too many reasons… they fall to the floor.All I know is I can`t do this anymore.I`m tearing you up, I rend and peel.And you don`t really want to know how I feel.I`m back and forth, within and without.My conviction, as always soaked in doubt.I know you don`t want to continue this way.My proof is the empty words that you say.Face-saving pledges fall short of the mark.And land silent, an inch away from my heart.An end has slithered a few passing years, Bringing with it this vast drought of tears.If we cut our losses and just walk awayWe can avoid the terms we don`t want to say.So here is me putting a halt to the maladyAnd finally regaining my grasp on reality.

Comments about Grasp by Brandi Guthrie

From the comments you wrote about my own work I am unsure what to expect from your pen... but I can safely say Brandi that you are a talented writer also. The meter and rhythm of this is melodic and melancholic at the same time and the raw emotion you have placed in it really does hit home. This is like a storm in which the lightning bolt splits the air and divides the two... as you walk away.

Superbly expressed and well written with good use of vocabulary and emotional expression. Keep up the good work!